Here’s the thing..
I LOVE Romantic comedies.
I LOVE friends to lovers.
I LOOOOOOVE enemies to lovers even more.
I LOVE angsty hate, filled with humour and lust.
I LOVE to FEEL, to SWOON and to FALL IN LOVE.
And when I find a book that has all of the above and then even more too, I really LOVE it as well.
So, it’s safe to say that I freaking LOVE Catching Carly by Emma Hart.
Catching Carly is so much fun. It’s romantic comedy at it’s finest. I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard while reading a book in ages. Carly is freaking hilarious. So witty and refreshingly honest. The honesty is what cemented my love for her! She’s undeniably sexy and sassy and just oozes “woman power”. I’m so glad Emma gave her a story and matched her to Zeke.
ZEKE ELLIOT. *falls to knees and praises Emma Hart for her creation*. Holy crap! There ain’t any doubt in my mind that Emma writes THE BEST hero’s. THE. BEST. And amazingly, she makes all her men different to the ones before. I mean yes, that are all hot alphas who are dirty and ridiculously sexy. And they ALWAYS know what they want and LORD do they get it. But each and every one has a different aspect to them. Zeke’s was his insecurity. It made him so much more swoony. Trust me. The man is deadly. And he ruined me ten times over!
With each Emma Hart book I read I find them harder and harder to review. Because they just hold such a high standard. I honestly struggle to find any negatives. Because there are none.. Emma nails story line, every time.
Emma smashes character connection, every time.
Emma kills it with feels, passion and love, EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Emma seduces her readers and captivates them entirely though every damn book. I’m in awe at everything the woman does. Her mind is a tremendous tool and it shows itself in every single book.
I’m captivated, consumed and well and truly caught up in Carly and Zeke!
From New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, comes another hilariously wild romantic comedy about being the third wheel in your friendship and, um, accidentally having sex with your best friend’s brother…
My name is Carly Porter… And I’m really good at bad decisions.
How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb…
I had sex with my best friend’s brother.
Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking annoying one. With big…hands.
And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy.
Seriously. I can’t look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but he’s Cain’s brother. I hate him. He’s off limits, right?
iBooks ➜ http://apple.co/2joCA5K